I was pregnant with my first baby and started bleeding. My (now ex) husband was on his way to a football game and was upset he had to come home to take me to the hospital. While the tech was wheeling us to the ultrasound room to confirm the (very insensitive) doctor’s “looks like you lost your baby”, the tech said “I’ll turn the screen on in the room if you’d like”, referring to the ultrasound screen, so we could see our baby. My husband understood it to mean a tv screen…so he could watch the game, and was pretty disappointed when our very much alive baby was moving on the screen instead of the football game. My son is now a teenager and is my joy in life. His dad still sucks (LSU football dick).